The Two Faces Of A Coin

A deep groan, coming from the half-asleep pony on the light beige couch, echoed in the living room. Opening his icy blue eyes, the Unicorn groaned again and slightly raised his head to slowly look around. His mouth was completely dry, proof he had snored during his sleep. His eyes fell on the nearest window and watched the world outside. The sun was already here, high in the cyan sky, void of any cloud. Its position showed it was a little after ten. Some ponies were walking on the street, going to work or visiting the city.

From his position, Eagle could hear fragments of discussions coming from outside and they had absolutely no sense for his ears. Or maybe they have. In this case, he could thank his brain to be still somewhere else in the world of dreams.

"Yep, I was almost right." he said, his clock showing fifteen minutes have passed since it was ten.

Ignoring the sounds around him, the Unicorn jumped out of his couch and began to walk towards his kitchen, at his own rhythm…which was very slow. His steps were a little unsure, thanks to his head, still not completely awake. A single word left his mouth, like a zombie, while his eyes were adapting to the ambient luminosity with some difficulties.

"Coffeeeeeeeeeee."

His body was on the auto-pilot mode. All his brain needed was a few minutes to be fully functional and some caffeine with sugar too, of course. Taking the cup he left on the wooden table of his kitchen yesterday, he took a gulp...and less than three seconds after, spit out its content.

"No bucking way! It’s cold....bleh. I hate this stuff when it’s not hot…or at least warm."

The mere thought of drinking this gave him a shiver. If there was one thing he hated, it was to drink a cold coffee, the taste was really awful. Seriously, who could be crazy enough to take this for the breakfast or at any moment of the day?

After a few seconds, a small smile grew on his mouth when his memories about last night came back. Eagle Feather was very lucky to have met the Prince of the Crystal Empire. He was as cool as the rumors said about him. Seeing again his daughter was also more than enough to give him a dreamy face for the whole day. And, with some luck, he could work on his future book which also was the sequel to the one he just published.

But, despite what he learned yesterday about the humans, thanks to the Princesses, the white Unicorn didn't care at all about this. He only was a writer, not somepony related to the military so, in a way, it didn't concern him. Yes, he had some dreams about them. Yes, he had written a book about them but nothing else. How could he help them to found more evidences which could clearly say that one day, the humans existed and, maybe, Equis could be the Earth where they once lived? Honestly, Eagle didn't know. Only time could tell if his theories were right.

Less than ten seconds later, and after throwing his cold coffee in the sink, the pony walked to his chamber, also used as his office to work. He jumped on his chair before using his magic to take a very old feather in his grip. An eagle feather which belonged to his deceased father. The feather was brown with a few black dots and a white stripe in the middle of the feather.

Then, he took a white parchment and began to write while humming a happy tune:

« The past was only the beginning, the prologue of something which will modify the future of the universe, leading to the destruction of all intelligent life or to the peace and an eternal golden age.

The space, this vast and cold place, housing hundreds of worlds, all different but yet so similar. Among the stars, there is one light that shines a particular brightness, overlooking others. She belongs to Ethan Gray. His acts to maintain the peace and balance of the universe are known by everyone. His past is a secret but his future ... only him can decide which it will be. In this year, 2750, a new chapter of his history and that of the galaxy will be written »

“So good so far.” whispered Eagle to himself while reading again what he just wrote to see and correct any misspelling or grammar error.

For the next two hours, the young stallion continued his work, guided by his imagination and his ideas. But and against his will, he decided to make a pause and eat something (even if it’s only a hay sandwich) before writing again. One of the worst things a writer could experience in his life is to work with an empty stomach because it’s something completely cons-productive. Seriously, how could you write ten, maybe twenty pages if you can’t think straight, thanks to the starving? Eagle was in this case.

Walking into his kitchen, the white stallion decided to make a daffodil sandwich with some grass and an apple. Looking outside, he saw that the street was far emptier than this morning. A small smile appeared on his face. If there was another thing he liked in his job, it was to work in silence, with just the sound of the quill against the parchment and sometimes talking to himself.

Unfortunately, his moment of peace was interrupted by a knock at the front door. Rolling his eyes and with a growl, Eagle lowered his sandwich in his plate and trotted to the wooden door. Who could have the guts to interrupt him during his lunch? He didn't think it was the mailmare because she always gives the letters/bills before noon and today was the free day for them.

At the moment he opened it, his eyes widened. One second, only one second. It was all the writer needed to immediately recognize the mare in front of him. Dark yellow coat, amethysts eyes and wings. Yes, it was her. Without thinking and in the heat of the moment, he gave her a head butt. He put enough strength in his move that she was knocked out cold, on the doormat. Then, Eagle spat at her face before closing the door and walking away, growling incoherent words in his teeth.

A few minutes later, the Pegasus woke up with some difficulties before standing up, her balance somewhat disoriented and awkward because of the hit. Putting a hoof on her nose, the mare let out a squeal of pain and grunted when she saw the blood. Again, she knocked at the door.

And again, Eagle opened it before headbutting her.

"Ouch, are you crazy!? That's hurt!"

"No, you don't say? I'm happy you're injured bitch. So now, leave me alone."

He was about to close the wooden door when she stopped him.

"It's not a way to welcome your ex-marefriend."

"I think ex-rapist is a far better term in your case."

"It's the past, leave it behind."

His light blue eyes widened when he heard that.

"I live in the past every day because of you! So, get the buck out of here and go back to Manehatten to rape somepony else!"

"Please, let me explain! I've changed!"

"You!? Reformed!? Don't try to fool me. It's impossible you're different from the cold, heartless bitch I used to love and who stabbed me in the back! You're still the same after all those years."

Slowly, his eyes watered because of the emotional shock he was experiencing.

"Why don't you trust me?"

"Why? You want to know why? You ruined my life, that's why!" he yelled, as loud as possible. Some ponies who were walking on the street stopped when they heard him shout.

He continued on a lower tone, still with venom in his voice.

"What the buck do you want? And how did you find where I live?"

She sighed.

"I want to see her. To answer your question: you're famous in all Equestria, it was not really difficult to found you after some researches."

"It's not her, she had a name. It's Sunny."

The dark yellow Pegasus looked into his blue eyes, which were full of rage. He could see she felt guilty for her past actions but he didn't care. If she really regretted what she did so, she shouldn't have to do it. She could be bleeding out or be bucked by ten stallions in front of him until she pass out or die that he wouldn't give her more buck than zero.

'And not a single buck would be given that day' he thought with a dark chuckle.

"What make you think you have the right to see her?"

"I'm her mother."

"No. I'm going to correct you... you are nothing to her... to us. You have no power here. I raised Sunny all by myself, I'm her only parent."

"I could bring you to the royal court."

A joyless laugh left his mouth.

"Bitch please! First: don't try that because you'll lose a lot of feathers if you do this, Caro. Second: I know somepony who is a very close friend of Princess Celestia. Hell, I even meet her. So, go back to Manehatten and don't ever come near me or I'll do far much worse than breaking your nose. Third: it's useless. She's an adult now."

Then, he closed the door, again.

"We'll see about that." she whispered, anger in her voice. Then, she walked away.

Eagle hated to use his position and his friends to have something or threaten somepony but it was an emergency case. Just after closing the door, he put his back against it and began to let the tears appear. Putting his two front hooves on his face, he cried for what seems hours. Why? Why did she have to come back after all those years? Did he do something bad to earn this punishment? Didn't he had suffered enough from the trauma it provoked?

His mind began to slowly shatter into pieces. The writer had put as much effort as possible to live a normal life after the event, not to be broken again just because she was back.

Standing up, a single thought invaded his brain: He HAD to write a letter to his daughter to tell her what happened.